The Gruesome Machine and a Broke Nathan
The Arvest ATM on 12th and Lindsey ate my ATM card today, leaving me on a Saturday evening without any way to withdraw funds or even try to obtain a new card until Monday. As I frantically pressed every button on the machine to return my card, one emblem caught my eye, gleaming in the street light - "Diebold."
Yes, it was a Diebold machine. And somehow, I had to laugh. This company desgined an ATM machine, which, instead of allowing me to swipe my card, swallows my card whole without a trace. They swallow your votes in Ohio, and now they take my source of funds - without a trace.
Somehow, this seemed so appropo. And the worst part was, the machine did not say it was "out of order." I just placed my card in the slot, and poof - it was removed from existence. The interface then crashed and refused to give me any options other than to pray and to offer a sacrifice to the gods of defunct machinery.
Fuck you Diebold. Fuck you for stealing our democracy. Fuck you for stealing my ATM card. Fuck you.
Yes, it was a Diebold machine. And somehow, I had to laugh. This company desgined an ATM machine, which, instead of allowing me to swipe my card, swallows my card whole without a trace. They swallow your votes in Ohio, and now they take my source of funds - without a trace.
Somehow, this seemed so appropo. And the worst part was, the machine did not say it was "out of order." I just placed my card in the slot, and poof - it was removed from existence. The interface then crashed and refused to give me any options other than to pray and to offer a sacrifice to the gods of defunct machinery.
Fuck you Diebold. Fuck you for stealing our democracy. Fuck you for stealing my ATM card. Fuck you.